As if on purpose (it's not; Arthur's not the type to think to cater for any kind of audience unless it's to actively salvage something) he arrives a couple minutes past the mark. 10:06PM and the elevator doors ping open. He shows up without a hair out of place, notably less than he usually manages — neat slacks, clean boots, the underside of his coat collar wet from where he'd turned it up against the rain earlier on in the day. He's not quite used to it but he expects it enough, that eager kind of frenzy that steps in wherever Moneypenny goes. It's contagious, to some. ]
Sorry I'm late, [ he says, in that plain way that means he's not particularly sorry about anything. ]
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As if on purpose (it's not; Arthur's not the type to think to cater for any kind of audience unless it's to actively salvage something) he arrives a couple minutes past the mark. 10:06PM and the elevator doors ping open. He shows up without a hair out of place, notably less than he usually manages — neat slacks, clean boots, the underside of his coat collar wet from where he'd turned it up against the rain earlier on in the day. He's not quite used to it but he expects it enough, that eager kind of frenzy that steps in wherever Moneypenny goes. It's contagious, to some. ]
Sorry I'm late, [ he says, in that plain way that means he's not particularly sorry about anything. ]